
No..I am NOT kidding! We moved FOUR book shelves full of book, and I do mean full!
This is just a bit of it out in the garage.
In front of the books were family photo's and knick knacks. We had to empty them (the top was crowded with pictures and more STUFF! I have not a clue..never mind..yes I do!
Three marriages and 60 years of collecting and buying stuff I thought I had to have. Not to mention gifts of bric a brac my sweet children thought I needed for every birthday, Mothers Day and Christmas, yes and Easter.
You see, tomorrow morning at 7am sharp, dear sweet SIL will arrive to paint the office. We still have my giant size desk which has book cases on top of it, the return, stuff all over the place, not to mention the walls crammed with a very large bulletin board, family photo's, clocks and heaven knows what else.
There also is a large closet which is also full of shelves filled with my Easter and Christmas decor, sewing things, a million coats (in California?) and clothes I will wear again when I get thin. Never mind! Don't say it!!
The carpet people called today and my lovely (I hope) carpet is in and when can they deliver it? They can't! We are still painting! They were great and said they could bring it out on Monday...and I said it would be better next Thursday. They agreed.
They also informed me that they will be moving only "basic furnture items."
But of course. I knew that! In my imagination I guess I hoped they would come in, look around and say "Oh my goodness! Such a lot of stuff you have! Not to worry, we will move it all for you because you have GRAY HAIR and shouldn't be working so hard and lifting things and *pop*
I wake up about there... :(
I KNEW I would be punished for buying so much stuff one day! I bought things I didn't need and would probably NEVER need..but I just keep on collecting. My usual excuse was "My girls would just LOVE to have this some day!" (again in my over active imagination) and I would then buy the item feeling good that I was buying for the girls. Bull!
I have wondered, and I hate to admit this, but I have wondered if I have a tiny problem? Just a passing thought you understand..but still..in the dead of the night when I wake up in a cold sweat and wonder.
I remember one time about six years ago, before Frank passed away, I discovered ebay. (Ask Rebecca! She knows me from ebay before I ever heard of blogging)
I won't go into detail but two years later I went through withdrawal in a self imposed intervention. I STOPPED buying on ebay for a full year.
At first it was awful. I would get up in the middle of the night, couldn't sleep and creep downstairs to the office, turn on the computer (and sometimes forget to turn the sound down) and "YOU'VE GOT MAIL" would boom out of that computer and shoot through my bod like a bolt lightening! I would nearly have a heart attack trying to turn down the volume! Then I would sit and listen for footsteps above me ...to see if I had awakened Frank. Had it been Howard, the jig would have been up! He is the lightest sleeper I have ever known! I can whisper "Howard, are you awake?" and in the middle of a HUGE snore he will calmly say "Yes, what's wrong?" Are you kidding?
No! Honest to God! S'true! The man is amazing!
Of course Patrick was deaf in one ear (big guns in Korea) and a hearing aid in the other with a 96% hearing loss. I got by with a LOT!! I can't tell you how many times I called him a bad name and flinched and the man never even blinked. HE DIDN'T HEAR ME! :)
No more. Howard can hear. AND Howard is FRUGAL! AND Howard gets the mail every day! And..Howard looks are me weird sometimes. I have to say he is good about it.
I mean at least he doesn't punch me out! :)
SO..after this little experience I am going to try and lay off the buying. I mean it! Absolutely! I won't even brouse! I will ONLY go to garage sales...when I can't stand it. I mean this! Do you believe me? No...I'm NOT kidding!
I have to wonder when the heck this GRAY hair is going to start paying off! Basic furnature indeed! Hrmfffff!!
I think I'm tired! G'night sweet bloggers!
Hugs,
Mona